Page 122 of Scream Little Sister

Justin slips between my legs and pulls his erection from his pants. “You’ll pay for that, wife.”

I scream Ryder’s name at the top of my lungs, and Justin bares his bloody teeth at me.

“He’s not going to help you. You’ll never see him again,” he snarls.

Dad’s grip tightens around my wrists as Justin guides his erection outside of my entrance. I squeeze my eyes shut and brace myself for the invasion.

“I’ll let you fuck her ass after I’m done. I know how she likes to keep it in the family,” Justin says.

Sick assholes.

An object whistles through the room, followed by a wet smacking sound. Dad screams and falls forward, where his sounds abruptly stop. He slumps to the ground and lies on his face, still and silent. I glance at him, my lips parting on silent scream. The butt of a large switchblade sticks from his left eye. I guess the blade sank into his evil brain when he toppled forward.

I twist around again and watch as a man in all-black attire steps into view. He’s wearing a motorcycle helmet, and I can’t see his face, but he grabs Justin by the back of his shoulder and drags him off me. Justin squirms and yells as the rider hauls him toward the front door.

“Ryder,” I choke out.

“BRODYAGA FUNK” ETERNXLKZ

Red fills my vision. I’m close to blacking out, and it’s taking everything in me to hold on so I’m aware of every second as I kill this motherfucker. All I can hear is the sound of Madison’s screams. She called me, and I listened to her conversation turn into an assault. While I drove like a bat out of hell in the rain, I listened to her fight, then scream as Justin touched her while Jerry watched. I didn’t think I would make it in time.

She needed me, and I almost didn’t make it to her.

She screamed for me, just as I told her to do all those years ago.

And had I not arrived when I did, she would have been raped by not only Justin, but also by her own fucking father.

Justin squirms and rolls his body to get out of my tight grip as I drag him toward the front door. I stop and turn my head to look at the staircase. Justin cusses behind me and grapples with my wrists in a lame attempt to make me release him. Ignoring him, I haul him up the stairs and turn him in my arms, forcing him to look at me. Because I have my tinted visor down, he can’t see the rage burning in my eyes. For now, he’ll have to look at his own reflection and see the monster that he is.

I’m a man of my word. I promised him I’d shove him down a flight of stairs before making him bite the curb, and that’s exactly what I’m about to do.

Justin glowers at me and fists the front of my hoodie at my chest. “You won’t get away with this.”

I grab his fingers and bend them back, one by one. The pussy flinches and stumbles backward, stopping right before he trips over the first step. My lips curve into a slight smile, and I shove him. His eyes widen, jaw slackening on a yell as he falls backward and tumbles all the way down with loud thumps.

My grin widens with every scream he lets out.

He lands in a heap at the bottom, with keening noises coming out of him I never thought he’d make.

He’s pathetic. A worthless piece of trash who doesn’t deserve to breathe anymore.

“You . . . you hurt me!” he wheezes.

I roll my eyes.

That’s the intention, dumbass.

He struggles to roll onto his side as I descend the stairs and take in his injuries. Blood coats his forehead and drips into hiseyes. He squeezes them shut and holds his stomach, his features twisting in pain as he cries like the little bitch he is.

“Not so tough now, are you?” I grab a fistful of his hair, then drag him to the front door. His garbled threats and sobs weaken until they’re nothing more than whimpers.

I hope the fucker doesn’t die yet, because I have something way worse planned for him.

I drag Justin into the downpour, barely feeling the bite of cold rain. Rage turned my blood into fire, mixing with a familiar numbness as Madison’s screams echo in my head. I clench my teeth and yank Justin harder to get him across the lawn faster.

Justin kicks his legs, thinking it’s enough to slow me down as I pull him through the front yard and onto the street. I let go of his hair and shove his head closer to the curb.

“Here’s what you’re going to do.” I point at the curb and crouch beside him. “You’re gonna bite that or I’ll drag you behind my motorcycle until all your skin peels off.”